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WHO: Matt, Wanda, & Pietro
WHERE: Restaurant Row, Manhattan
WHEN: May 18th, around 12:30pm
SUMMARY: Matt is going to meet Wanda and her "friend" for lunch to discuss her recent cash winnings in Vegas.
WARNINGS: None atm?
FORMAT: Quick/whatever

[Matt's been hanging around the corner of 46th Street and 9th Avenue for a solid 10 minutes, waiting for Wanda and her friend to arrive. He's at a bit of a disadvantage, its true, being a blind man waiting to meet a pair of strangers he's only conversed with over the phone-communicator-whatever the hell it's called. She and her friend could be standing right there in front of him, and he wouldn't necessarily know them from any other pedestrians buzzing around.

He looks mildly bored, leaning up against a street lamp, trying to kill some more time. Maybe he should have told Wanda he was blind. That might have helped. But oh well, it's done now. The waiting game begins.]

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[Wanda could read just fine when necessary, but she found it much more pleasant to have someone else do so for her. Smiling mildly, she allows the boys to lead the way to the bank -- all the more easy to hold the door for her, that way.]

[And Pietro does dash ahead and hold the door for both her, and, surprisingly enough, Matt. He's not completely without manners, after all.

The stale, air conditioned blast is more than noticeable as they enter. If the signs and prepackaged decor hadn't firmly established this as one of probably a million locations on Manhattan alone, that particular prefabricated scent probably would.]

Who do we approach to go about setting up an account?

[God, it reeks of boredom and hard candy. Not the most pleasant of odors, to be sure. Ignoring the scent, Matt put his superhearing to the test, listening to the brain numbing conversations of the tellers and other employees until he settled on the one who must be the manager; a plump little woman with very high heels and too much hairspray.]

Over there. She can help us.

[Wanda experiences a flutter of nerves as she steps into the establishment and is immediately assaulted with the sharp smell of commercial cleanliness and bright signs that make her wonder momentarily if she's lost her grasp of the English language -- but no, it's the words themselves, the strange and mysterious abbreviations, that are so foreign.]

[Painfully casual, she sidles closer to Pietro, attempting to leech confidence from him.]

[When he senses her near, Pietro reaches for her hand, easily aware of just how disconcerting and foreign she finds the bank. It's surely nothing like she's ever seen in Transia, even in the relatively large town near the Evolutionary's Citadel.]

Well, let's be on with it.

[Despite all the time he's spent in America, Pietro isn't at all fond of the corporate side of the country. The time and ceremony involved in every little thing grated on him more than he could ever truly describe. With a huff of resignation, he starts towards the plump manager with Wanda at his side, and the assumption that Matt will just follow.]

[Matt doesn't follow so much keep up. Or try to, anyway. So, putting his most pleasant smile in place, he clears his throat to catch the attention of the manager.]

Pardon us, ma'am. We're like to set up an account and hear about any special offers you might have for large depositors.

[The lady perked up and launched into a policies and benefits ramble which lasted a solid minute and a half as she herded the trio toward what was most likely her office. Between breaths and snorts, she finally asked Wanda for her I.D. Common policy for banks.]

[The tension in Wanda's shoulders eases immediately when Pietro takes her hand, and she lifts her chin to at least pretend confidence and understanding as the bank manager's speech sails completely over her head. And then--]

...I.D.?

[Pietro realizes this problem almost instantly. Of course Wanda wouldn't had ID. They'd never bothered with such things before the Avengers and he sincerely doubted any ID was necessary for her life back home. And even if it were, such would hardly be legible to middle management type in midtown Manhattan.]

I don't know -- Do you have an ID, Wanda?

[Come to think of it, Pietro still only carries his old Avengers Identicard, and goodness knows that probably has no clout here.]

[This situation had illegal immigration written all over it. Matt couldn't help but wonder how the 'let's-just-build-a-fence' crowd was taking the influx of people into their world... they weren't just from another dimension, after all. They were foreigners too! He shirked the thought though and returned to reality to hear the manager explaining that it wasn't just bank policy, but legal mandate to have an I.D. to start a bank account.]

... Pietro? Please tell me you have a drivers license or something.

[Matt could always use his I.D. card, but that would mean putting the account in his name. And that was not going to happen. Hopefully her relative had something, or the trio might just be shit outta luck.]

[Abruptly, Wanda's face smooths, and she reaches into her purse for her wallet.]

Of course! Please, I have so many cards -- what does this one look like?

[More than a little baffled, the bank manager flashes her own nondriver ID. Wanda glances at it and promptly withdraws one from her wallet, identical except for the picture and personal information.]

Is this the right one?

Edited 2010-06-03 02:22 (UTC)

[Pietro can't help the surprised look that crosses his face when the ID manifests out of nowhere. He was very much certain that if Wanda had acquired an actual ID she would have done so with him. But he declines comment, at least for the moment. There's really no need to cause more commotion over this than has already happened.]

Fantastic. Shall we proceed?

[The manager seemed sufficiently satisfied with the piece of identification and start shuffling around for the proper paper work. Matt had no reason to be suspicious, it wasn't like he could sense anything strange in the air. The plump lady handed Wanda a hefty stack of papers and a pen, indicating that she should fill them out.]

[Wanda makes a little moue of distaste, but takes the papers, hefting them into her lap and beginning to fill out the first with a barely-suppressed sigh.]

Edited 2010-06-06 01:28 (UTC)

[As she fills them out, Pietro reads over her shoulder with undisguised nosiness. Twice he brings a questioning finger up to spots on the form, but despite his curiosity and trepidation, remains largely silent.]

[Matt keeps silent as she works on the papers as well, the sound of the pen dragging along the paper is plenty noise enough for him without interjecting uselessly. The bank manager interjects uselessly enough for Matt and Pietro both, asking pointless questions and randomly talking about her show-poodles.]

[As quickly as she can manage, Wanda gets through the stack of papers, handing them back to the manager with a somewhat strained smile.]

What now?

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